The Scent of Pine — A Memoir

Resurrecting Christmas

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Today is December 6 and never mind what else is going on in the world, this date stirs a mighty mix of emotions.

19 years ago this day was, unknown to me, the day before the last day I laid eyes on my first husband, John. After he died at 10:30 p.m., December 7, two strangers wearing suits (why suits? I’d have been fine with sweat pants) came and took him away. I…